my poem...

its how i feel right now

Dark Shadows
Sitting alone, thinking about the years past
Hope Draining from my face
no ones there standing by my side,
No ones pushing me to try my best.

Where does one go,
When One has nothing
How does one try,
When theres nothing to strive for.

Pushing the walls away
they reach for me,
they close in,
trying to suffocate.

How often do people give up,
due to neglegence
where do they go when they aren't wanted,
hiding in the shadows, I wait.

The waiting goes on forever, it seems.
To try for nothing,
to work for those Shadows
seems the only option.

No one there for me,
but I have something,
I have those Dark Shadows,
Who knows what lurks beyond them.

Wow..really nice job ally. I enjoyed reading it.
You used to write quite a bit as I remember....do you still have your poetry site up?

yeah i do, and im writing more and more in it:) heres an other one


The merry Cheeks Swell with pink,
he stands there smiling at me.
I look into his eyes
while the fluffy white tears
fall from above.

Our hidden agendas
lurk in our hearts.
One last glance at the world behind
we take off running one foot at a time.

The trail of foot steps disappear,
so no one may know our secret.

We pass on by the cheery man,
that we just made too days ago.
His hat is sloppy and his mouth is missing,
but we know what his heart is made of.

There it is, just beyond our grasp
Our hearts dream, is but a step away.
Looking out over the lands glory
We see the valley, flushed with white.

We hold hands and gaze about.
Our hearts intertwined,
we shall never be forgotten.





i just love this poem haha

Another nice one:) Put up your link ally so I can read some of the others!

awwww very nice idd

heres one that won 3rd place in a contest:)

Easy As Pie

There I stood in the middle of the battle,
face smothered in that raunchy filth.
They said to put but two cups of flower,
but what kind of flower; Daisies, Dandelions, or maybe Daffodils?

I stirred and stirred
seeming to get no where.

I hear the cracking from within,
those eggs sure do crackle.

Maybe I'll just blend it,
make time go by faster.
Nothing can go wrong,
I swear I've done this before.

Before I knew it,
the filth was everywhere.
But there was some left,
just enough.

I put it in that tasty crust,
I plan to serve it,
to my beloved tonight.

and heres the linky

http://allpoetry.com/slowlychanging

some awesome stuff there Ally..you have a lot of talent for it:)

thanks:)

i love to write, i love writing stories too unfortunately my attention span for those isnt as good, but poetry i can do alot easier

I'm the same way..thats why I chose lyrics. I'd start a story but grow restless with it and lose perspective. Songs I can manage to stay focused:)

exactly:) i love poetry, altho once when i was lil i wrote a song haha

yay i got first in a contest:)

maybe you should make a book with your poems in it

lol my poems arent that good O.o

If MINE were good enough to get them in a book then yours certainly is too..I'd give it a shot!

lol but i fear rejection...so no thanks haha plus i wouldnt know where to begin

heres the one that won first:)

under the bed

Tonight's the night,
I plan to break out.
Trapped under here
I have no place to go.

I've heard rumors,
I've heard tales,
if you leave this place
you disappear.

Where do they go?
Do they survive?

I don't care I'm going to go.
Life of rolling around
lightly caressing the top.
Seems so dull, and pointless.

My brother two days past
made a run for it,
he hobbled and rolled down towards the end.

The end of the world seems so far.
Then I heard it,
I heard the scream
He yelled for me.

Then he was gone,
just left out of sight.
What was that noise,
that strange sucking sound.

I'm lost and confused
and all alone,
so I'll make a run for it,
I'll escape, just wait and see.

The hour is past and my time has come,
I roll on down past the ten day old sandwich,
covered in mold.

Peeking out,
I sense no danger.

Scooting along,
I feel so free.
Those rumors I swear were nothing but lies.

Then all of a sudden the sky turned black,
and out popped a tube.
What the heck is this?
Then it starts to whine and groan.

This must be what got my poor brother.
I try to escape,
I struggle all the way.

In the end I was no match for the beast
I glide on down towards the hard bottom.

But alas it isn't so bad.
There's my brother,
my mother and my Lil dog too.

This life doesn't seem to bad.
Then again I was wrong before.



This is the life of a dust bunny hero.

Maybe next week I'll brave the disposal.

LOL...I like it.very clever:)